Angel or Devil?

(The Horn of the Fair Part 2)
Saturday arrived and I was in a huge expectation of kissing that angel’s tempting mouth again, and hoping to go further.
I spent hours of anxiety watching the movement, but unfortunately the neighbor didn't even show up in the service area.
Only the aunt of the dogs spent the day circling the community areas. Your presence would eliminate any chance of me having a private with the girl. I wanted to believe that's why she didn't expose herself.
On Sunday the girl gave life signs only after noon. I noticed your presence when the sound of rock and roll came from your home. By the way, they were very suggestive melodies (AC/DC - You Shook Me All Night Long), for example.
By 2:00 p.m. the lady came to my door desperate asking if I had the gas delivery number, hers was finished and had no way to finish baking the meat in her oven. I warned you about the usual delay in delivery, and I loved your sad little face by lamenting that your roast would be bad. However, I managed to make her happy by offering to borrow my tank until hers arrived.
— I'll pick it up later when your lunch is ready.
I made the change of the tanks on your stove, but unfortunately I couldn't recreate the same weather as the day of the kiss in the rain. She wasn't indifferent and didn't even seem sorry about what happened that day. Maybe it was fear of getting involved or being caught by the marketer. I didn't push it, I'd give it time.
I returned home slightly frustrated because I had created great expectations with that opportunity.
After more than half an hour, the delivery guy hadn't shown up yet, but Geraldo (Liliane's husband) did. He came to my door to thank me for the gas and invited me to lunch with the couple. I accepted, of course, he didn't even have to insist.
Jeez! I thought, I'd just had my last beer and the next little market was already closed. It'd be boring to go with your hands shaking. With regret, I took a bottle of Smirnoff almost full, it was the last drink I had at home. I also took some lemons to make a caipirinha and accompany the neighbor’s roast.
The conversation with the marketer was nice, despite his slang and typical expressions of the underworld people.
He was in charge of preparing the second caipirinha, while helping Liliane (who became Lili) to solve problems on her computer. We had fun looking at some photos of a group for adults in their profile on a social network. Naturally a complicity has been created between us and we are a step away from something more intimate.
Soon after, I was at the table trying the girl's food. Its spice was delicious, it hasn't tasted a quality homemade snack for months.
The second caipirinha had come to an end, as had the bottle of vodka. There were three or four more cans of beer left in the neighbor's fridge.
After lunch, Liliane put on a DVD from a rock show to watch. The mario was not very close to musical style, slept right after settling down on the carpet with its head reclining in the upholstery. I sat on the couch next to him, Lili on the right. When Geraldo started snoring, she went to her room to come back next wearing a looser blouse. From the swing of her breasts, she had taken off her bra. The little rascal came up looking like a toad and lay next to me holding her head on my legs. I was extremely afraid that the guy would wake up, but because of the snoring and the amount of drink ingested by the early marketer, the risk of him waking up would be minimal.
I caressed the hair of that little angel with my left hand, with my right hand I walked his chest and belly over his clothing. I slowly penetrated my hand inside your blouse and touched your bare breasts by crushing them tenderly.
Two minutes later she didn't seem satisfied, held my arm and moved it towards her pussy. I slipped my hand inside your shorts and panties, massaged your vulva and penetrated your rift with my "bad" finger, pressed your clitoris intensely and nearby. I penetrated her with one more finger and the girl squirmed all over the couch. I kept an eye on the guy, I was afraid to wake him up with the over-the-top activity.
The crazy girl was uncontrollable, increased her movements and gave a deep twinge. I felt my hand moistened, she reached orgasm.
The girl lost her mind, I thought, since she turned her body to my side and compulsively began to open the fly of my shorts. Even super scared, I got into her game and let my dick out. She taunted him and began to suck voraciously sticking it down his throat as far as he could swallow. I couldn't stand it much longer, it was a huge turn-on. So I came in that warm, soft mouth. She choked and threatened to throw up. It was the same moment that the man murmured something and moved. She managed to control the urge, swallowed it all and quickly recomposed herself to settle on the other end of the couch. Meanwhile, I fixed my hard cock and my shorts in record time.
It took the neighbor a while to get back to reality. He calmly set up in disguise and tried to make it seem like he hadn't slept. The time of your simulation was enough for me to be presentable again.
The video had come to an end.
— That's what I'm talking about, isn't it?
I agreed and said I enjoyed it a lot. I got up to leave, needed to get up early the next day, explained. Lili took the keys and walked me out the little yard, opened the aluminum and glass door, took two steps out and I came whispering to her:
— You're a crazy girl.
— I thought you liked taking risks — she said in a provocative tone and with a look full of malice.
I almost grabbed her and kissed her right there, but I kept control to avoid trouble.
— I like to play with fire — I replied — but I hate to burn.
I came and kept walking listening to the sound of the door being closed and locked.
Go on...